Chapter 33 Weakness
"Are you still awake so late?"
Modric was like a father who caught his child staying up late. His tone was both gentle and majestic, so that Eggsy could only whisper on the phone.
"Today...extra practice..."
When Eggsy thought about the results of today's extra meal, the rest of his words became so soft that they were almost inaudible.
"I watched some highlights online and the little guy has made great progress." Modric observed Eggsy very carefully. He could see that Eggsy's technical movements were becoming simpler and faster.
He originally thought that Eggsy would take a fast attack route, and was worried that Eggsy's height might not allow him to run so fast. Later, when playing against the second club, Eggsy suddenly gave up the speed, and his skills became more inclined towards technology and strategy.
It is not difficult for Modric to find that Eggsy's football skills are approaching his own, especially when he sees the overall situation. Eggsy will carefully observe the opponent's lineup, running, and even offensive routes.
Then he may not have thought of it himself, but he would instinctively find the opponent's weak or important areas and move forward. In recent games, Eggsy always appears in the most threatening places, which is certainly not a coincidence.
It's that Eggsy can realize it, but he doesn't have the ability to see it at a glance and organize the team's attack. This requires experience and leadership. There's no rush. Eggsy already has the talent. As long as he has time to settle, he can do it.
Of course, Modric's praise for Eggsy was not all praise. He thought about Eggsy's movements and performance in the game that he had seen before, and obviously found a problem.
"But Eggsy, your shooting and defense," Modric thought for a moment and chose his words carefully, "maybe there is a lot of room for improvement."
Modric certainly didn't say this casually, because many times even though Eggsy's position was very good, he would dodge and pass the ball to other forwards.
When Modric saw this, he thought that Eggsy was in trouble in the Leicester City dressing room. This situation is not uncommon. Many clubs have ball bullies or bullying of newcomers, and there are even multiple circles and dressing room bullies.
Modric was worried that Eggsy gave up his shooting opportunities because of these things and was forced to give them to other people in the locker room.
But after learning about Eggsy's status in Leicester City, other people also filmed some of Eggsy's interactions with his teammates. For example, every time he got off the bus, Eggsy was always protected in the middle.
Even when there were fans around when Eggsy played, his teammates would help him get the gifts he received. Eggsy could even ask captain Morgan for food directly, and Morgan would bring it to him every time.
These small details clearly told Modric that Eggsy was definitely not bullied in the locker room. This kid is just - not very good at shooting!
Mr. Modric pointed out that Eggsy couldn't shoot, and he felt so ashamed on the other end of the phone. At this moment, he was like a student who failed to finish his homework and was at a loss when the teacher called him.
Because he didn't want Mr. Modric to think that he hadn't made any effort, he whispered, "I also did some training, but... I'm not cut out for it."
Mr. Modric got a little anxious when he heard this. He wanted to say that it was because he might not have done enough. But when the words came to his lips, Modric suddenly felt that he couldn't say that. Eggsy's efforts were not fake, but he might have difficulty mastering the feeling of shooting.
So after careful consideration, Modric finally said: "Don't define yourself easily, Eggsy, you have great potential."
These words made the hair on Eggsy's head stand up. He clenched his fists in excitement, but was too embarrassed to ask: Do I, do I really have great potential?
"Really?"
Eggsy was a little unsure, but his confusion and a little surprise successfully made Modric a little worried.
To be honest, I think I taught this kid how to shoot. Actually, it doesn't matter if I teach him, but Modric suddenly felt a little guilty when he said this.
He knows exactly how he shot the goal!
He could teach Eggsy how to shoot, but I guess not the close-range shot. What he wanted to teach was the long-range shot! The farther, the better.
Well, it’s probably on the outside of the foot.
But now that things have come to this, can Modric say no? He can only look through his schedule on his phone and see that they will play Arsenal in this year's Champions League in half a month. Maybe, then he can teach Eggsy a lesson.
Modric looked at his game process again, and after finding that it was really possible, he was full of confidence!
He felt that Eggsy definitely needed his guidance. As a midfielder, you don't need to rush into the penalty area. As long as you seize the opportunity, long shots can really solve all problems!
"Really? I have a competition in England in half a month. I can teach you."
Hearing this reply, Eggsy's eyes turned light gold! He was so excited that he almost stuttered, and kept saying thank you on the phone!
However, after the excitement wore off, he suddenly thought of today's team game, when his defense was always broken through by his teammates, and he would either fall to the ground or miss someone when he was hit. Eggsy suddenly felt a sense of despair again.
"Although, asking this at this time..." Eggsy began to hesitate again, but he quickly adjusted himself and said in a low and cautious voice: "My defense...is not that good."
Modric was stunned by this. Did he really only put his skill points into the midfield? What was he doing now? He had experience points, so he came to the NPC to learn offense and defense?
How can you be so biased in one subject? ?
"I see your defense is... okay?"
Modric didn't dare to say whether Eggsy's defense was good or not. Compared with several old friends around him, especially the guy with wet hair, his own defense was not good at all. It could only be considered so-so.
After all, that guy is a defensive freak. He blocks the ball with his face, has a hot temper, and even does all kinds of small tricks. Anyway, as long as you can't beat him, everything will be fine.
Basically at this point, he has been completely diagnosed and there is no possibility of cure.
Of course Modric doesn't dare and is unwilling to teach Eggsy how to defend, but at the moment there are not many people he can teach.
"Don't you have any players with good defense in your team?" Modric asked.
Eggsy thought for a moment and said, "Yes, Kanter's defense is very good. But I am different from him."
"How should I put it...his defense method doesn't suit me."
This is not because Eggsy is refusing. Kante's defense covers a huge area, and Eggsy's midfield control is also constantly expanding his ball control area, so he feels that he and Kante are similar in this regard.
But Kante is 169cm tall, while Eggsy is 190cm tall. In terms of his low chassis and stable lower body, he is not as good as Kanter in terms of his innate advantage.
When defending, Kanter might be able to stay steady by relying on his own territory when hit by others, but it is really hard to control the center of Eggsy. Today, he easily lost his balance when he was forced to break through.
Sometimes, height is not necessarily good.
After Eggsy finished explaining, Modric also realized that Eggsy was not the same as that teammate and could not learn from him.
If we talk about someone with the right height and who is a defender, then Ramos, who is 183cm tall, may be the most suitable. There may be someone more suitable, who is Ramos' good friend, but he is in Barcelona.
If he wants to ask for help, he has to go through his friend Ramos. Not to mention whether his friend Pique agrees or not, Ramos will definitely not be willing.
Am I not a defender? Why did you look for someone from Barcelona? Am I not as good a defender as him?
In fact, Ramos is also a good candidate, but Modric backed off when he thought about Ramos's fierce tackle on the court.
"Well, I can help you see who is more suitable for this."
"Okay~"
"Mr. Modric, how are you doing?"
Modric smiled when he heard this question. The little guy is quite caring. He actually didn't play all the games recently, because although he returned from injury some time ago, he is still in the adaptation period.
But overall his performance is pretty good. He's appearing on the team's roster more and more often, averaging 0.8 goals per game, and he can still get some assists, which is not bad.
In terms of life, Modric's 2-year-old daughter has recently learned to speak and can call him "Dad" and "Momo", which makes Modric feel very sweet.
When he thought about how Eggsy had just called him Momo, he felt that the overly polite British name 'Mr. Modric' was not as good as 'Momo'.
"Don't be so formal, you can call me Momo," Modric smiled and continued, "I'm doing fine recently."
The two chatted for a while, not realizing that it was already past midnight. When Modric talked to Eggsy about his dribbling moves and the frequency of his touches, Eggsy couldn't stand it anymore.
Eggsy covered his mouth several times when he yawned, not wanting to disturb Mr. Modric's explanation and conversation. He was so sleepy that he rubbed his eyes to stay awake.
Although he still wanted to say something to Mr. Modric, his brain had become very slow and he could not grasp what he had just thought of.
When Modric had almost finished speaking, he realized that Eggsy on the other end of the phone had been silent for a long time. Modric whispered, "Little guy?"
But it took a long time before a series of soft, even breathing sounds came from the other end of the phone.
“Hmm… huhuhu…”
At this time, Eggsy had fallen on the bed, with the phone loosely held in his hand, close to his face.
The child was already unconscious, with his cheeks pink from deep sleep. Fortunately, he had covered himself with a blanket before falling asleep, otherwise he would have caught a cold from the summer breeze.
Hearing this noise, Modric realized that it was very late. He smiled and looked at the phone and whispered, "Good night, little guy." Then he hung up.
Of course, the attentive Modric mother did not forget to send a text message to her son, hoping to talk again next time, and then she will definitely introduce him to someone who is more suitable for his defense.
At this time, Modric stretched himself on the sofa, and went to his room in a daze to prepare for bed.
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